Watch out for those who have, seek, and hold onto power.

So drink
As the fanged stoat from the rabbit’s nape
As though from a flagon of river water
Shaken with ancestral ash
As if it isn’t knowledge you seek
But some osmotic soul-food
To be filled up with blurs
That might later resolve themselves
Into memories
To return to where you really live
With changes in your blood

Lyrical yet shot through with experimental and political veins, the poems in Soft Power are engaged with both the here-and-now of a world on the brink and the hope of something better, a planet where “generations hence / Inactivists will bathe under a sun made safe / By the collapse of oil-can economics.”

Traversing badlands, sandhills, prairies, suburbia, Miami, London, Dublin, Paris, and beyond, Cole’s voice revels in questions of travel while resonating with the unheimlich “Canadalienation” of his expatriate existence. Whether bog surfing, gallery hopping, bug hunting, or meditating on the “strange genre” of national anthems, the poems in Cole’s long-awaited follow-up collection to his critically acclaimed Questions in Bed exist in a searching exchange with the world, both entering and being entered by it.